Quote for Today: Sylvia Plath
The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole— A bonewhite light, like death, behind …
The night sky is only a sort of carbon paper, Blueblack, with the much-poked periods of stars Letting in the light, peephole after peephole— A bonewhite light, like death, behind …
“Once you know that you have a voice,” Louis said, “it’s no longer the voice that matters, but what is behind the voice.” ―Terry Tempest Williams, When Women Were Birds: Fifty-four …